I've been hard misgendered more in the past week than I have in a long time. I think it's because my #chemo hair is long enough and unruly enough that it's gone from "hip dyke" to "eccentric man".
That, and bc I've basically given up on all that voice work I did, bc fuck gendered voice expectations.
Sadly it looks like most of my favorite authors of liberation SFF have moved to bsky.
#LiberationSFF may or may not be the right label, but generally marginalized voices -- queer, feminist, fiction from BIPOC, translations or people writing in a second language
I wrote a (imho) great song a couple of months ago. I can hear the bass, drums, and keys parts, but it's taking forever to find the musicians to play them.
At this point I may just release the "unplugged" version and call it a day.
Sometimes when I'm feeling empty I think of the time back in 2016 when my bus got hung up in traffic because of a march going through the Seward neighborhood, so I hopped off to check it out.
And within minutes I was surrounded by a hundred people yelling TRANS LIVES MATTER and I just sobbed and sobbed for how absolutely much I needed to hear that in that exact moment.
This is me yelling it back to you -- TRANS LIVES MATTER! YOU MATTER